Trying
or dying,
more to the fact,
it was the word
that got all cross
eyed on me,
when you attempt
to say something
all of your own,
or make a connection
with your mind,
blood squirting!
balls sinking...
****!
did you see that?
eternal trespass...
whatever you dig up,
and doesn't matter
what you got,
because you know
the world is all a lie,
a huge metamorphic
coloured triumphant
radiant - lie!
I could try,
just to pull through...
taste the
embers of
something
I haven't
the guts
to say,
and there's
nothing coming
out of my mouth
any-time-soon...
so I go one way
the same one we
all go,
cheating the moment
is everything....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem